Guardian Angel in Disguise

I thought I was just buying groceries. Then I noticed the same man in every aisle,

always three steps behind me. My heart pounded. At checkout, he approached.

I froze. He held up my wallet. I'd dropped it at the entrance. He'd been trying

to return it the whole time, following me through the store. I thanked him,

laughing nervously. Sometimes our minds create monsters where there are only good people

trying to help. That paranoia almost made me run from my own guardian angel.